There are many places to share thoughts, ideas, and interpretation. There are public places, and others more private. Until something is articulated, it’s a passing fancy. Poof … it’s gone.
We own what we know when we articulate it. I think I know.
Whether it’s written, drawn, sung, or acted out. Mind-mapped, photographed, or played. Part of owning our own knowledge is articulating what’s in our head and heart.
There are social networks, blog sites, and open mics. I’ve had opportunity to practice them all. This space, these armchair articulations, don’t often fit in those reserved spaces. Yet, I want to own what I know. And, I want to own the space. For these, my armchair articulations.